Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2000 17:18:37 EDT
From: Begmealot@aol.com
Subject: adventures of tray and jay 40

"Adventures of Tray and Jay 40"

PART 40: JAY AND CHET AND A JEEP NAMED CRUZ

I got a Jeep!  I got a Jeep!  I got a Jeep!  What else?  Not that I think
I'm God's gift to men like most of the guys you see tooling around in
Jeeps, but dang!  I like the feel of the driver's seat alright, and the
view from behind the wheel, and the way everyone, male and female, breaks
their neck straining to get a look at me as I pass just because of the
unwritten law about Jeep drivers.  I've been saving my tight little butt
off, okay, and my pop kind of matched my funds and helped me find a deal.
Pop knows shit about cars, like under the hood shit, that I'm totally
clueless about.  Anyway I call him Cruz.  Shit!  What else, right?  I guess
I'm stupid, but I already miss my scooter, but he's still there for shits
and giggles.  Scooter's my pal.

Not like Chet, but still.  I had to zoom by and surprise the fuck out of
Chetster.  I love the way he looks when his jaw drops and his hot brown
eyes go limpy, I just wanna slip him some tongue and swap spit with the
boy.  When he went that way in his front yard as I CRUZED up and leaped
out, I damn near jumped his husky bones right there, only the stud was too
fast on his feet that were dancing all over the place to get a good look at
my new, used, baby blue Jeepster!  Hell, yeah!  Chet can move, and when he
does, forget about getting a piece of him!  I know, I've tried more than
once.

Man, as excited as I was about my new wheels, Chet's new two-tone -- red
on blond -- made me shiver.  I mean it.  I was in Heaven standing on his
front lawn watching him move and digging the way the breeze played with his
sexy, short, soft hair, not to mention how his thin shorts hugged his firm
ass and flopped all over the damn place in front, where his frisky pup/dog
bounded around happily inside those lucky suckers!  God, I'd do anything to
be a boy's shorts, you know?  Is that freaky or what?  I know I'm a sick
bastard!  AND I DON'T CARE!  HA-HAHHHH!

Well finally Chet settled down and ran his hands through his hair and I got
real close real fast so I could sniff those wild, funky pits of his that
make me so crazy, and yeah, they made me even crazier than usual then so my
hand just went out on its own and sort of played with one thick, tangled
underarm patch.  Shit, Chet just grinned and licked his red lips and
slipped a hand up under my T-shirt and tweaked my left nipple, HARD.  Damn,
you know what came to attention right then and there, and Chet saw it move,
even under my dirty, frayed strap and loose sweat shorts.

Well there was nothing to say.  Chet jumped in shotgun and I slid behind
the wheel, and we were outa there, destination unknown.  Two healthy, horny
17-year-old boys cruising in a Jeep, and as if that's not hot enough, Chet
gets this wild hair up his butt and goes to taking down the top -- yeah,
the top!  I forgot to mention how Cruz is a convertible or whatever you
call Jeeps that do that.  So we're moving along nice and totally cool, and
Chet did it, he got the roof down.

"Let the feeding begin!" he said and gave me a wicked, bad boy smile and a
high-five, and then we were both giggling all nasty like little boys.
Shit, we're bad sometimes, I know it, and so does Chetster.  "Ohmygod, Jay,
if I had one of these I'd get babes spreading for me left and right!  You
lucky bastard!  Look how they're staring at us!  Ohmygod!"

"If you don't stop teasing me, boy," I warned him, 'cause he was basically
playing with himself so hard through his clingy soft shorts that his cock
was all stiff and throbbing already, "well, shit, I'm gonna have to pull
over and blow you right out here in front of everyone, and you know I'm not
joking, dude!"

His face went slack and sexy-serious in a heartbeat, and his eyes drooped,
and he swallowed and licked his lips again, and I felt some teenage semen
spurt out of my hard prick.  Then when my buddy's strong, warm, manly hand
came out of nowhere and took me by surprise, I totally spazzed all over and
grunted so loud I made Chet laugh, and the sight of his beautiful teeth
bared by his lips that suddenly spread wide in spontaneous boy pleasure and
made his outrageous little guy dimples come out to play, well, fuck me!
Yeah, fuck me!  Man, I die when any dude pulls unexpected masculine shit
like that, much less my best pal Chet!  I really was ready to whip Cruz
over to the side and jump the little bastard, Chet, that is...

When I saw some kid sitting on his butt on the sidewalk, his knees up by
his head, CRYING!  Ohmygod, you know what that does to me.  I guess Chet
noticed and followed my eyes, and I pulled over fast.  We didn't have to
say anything, we're both suckers for upset boys, and we were crouching down
on either side of the kid in no time.  He saw us and just kept crying, only
he didn't make any noise, there were just all these tears running non-stop
down his cheeks, which were flushed.  He was about 15, small and thin, with
dark, shiny brown hair that was wet from bad sweats, and his skin was olive
usually but like I said he was real flushed from emotion, and his green
eyes were red around the edges.

Chet and I both put a hand on each of his shoulders automatically, at the
same time, and the kid shook and choked back some of the tears.  His nose
was running all over and he had the sniffles.  I eased down to my knees and
sat back on my butt and squeezed his neck, and he seemed to settle down a
little.  It's all I can do not to start sobbing myself when I see anyone
like that.  It kills me.  I looked at Chet, and his cheeks and lips were
spazzing, and then he looked at me and did it.  Tears welled up in his
pretty eyes and spilled over so he wiped them on the shoulders of his
T-shirt.

"What's your name?" I asked gently, and the kid swallowed and focused on me
finally.  He sniffled, and Chet took off his shirt and carefully wiped the
boy's face with it.  He's so sweet, he really is.  Well, it sure as hell
surprised the kid.

"Uh, Andres," he said softly, quivery, and sucked in a deep breath of
relief.

"That's a beautiful name," Chet said, and Andres turned his worn out eyes
on my pal.  I'd never seen Chet so caught up with anyone's emotions before,
especially a stranger's, but I liked it.  Nothing's more beautiful than two
boys connecting.  Chet took Andres' head in both of his strong hands and
just comforted the poor kid.  "Come on, boy.  Come with us."

I just watched in awe as Chet got Andres to stand and walk to the Jeep, and
they got in the back while I started him up.

"Hey, Jay, I've got the house to myself, so let's go there," Chet said.
His voice was still shaky, so I pulled into traffic and drove.

At the house, Chet helped Andres from the Jeep to the door, and I reached
in his pocket for the keys to open up.  In the living room we sat on the
couch with Andres between us.

"Thanks," Andres muttered, embarrassed.  "I'm sorry I'm being such a geek."

"There's nothing geeky about being hurt, kid," I replied fast and squeezed
his knee through his jeans.

"You can tell us, dude," Chet whispered.  "Whatever happened, I mean.
Really.  I promise."

"Yeah," Andres scoffed softly.  "That's what my dad said."

"Dads are dads, Andres," Chet prodded.  "We're friends, okay?"

"We really are, kid," I added.  "I dare you to shock us."

Andres looked right in my eyes, then to Chet, and took a deep breath.  I
got on my knees again on the carpet before Andres and settled back on my
butt all comfy and just took his ankles in my hands and rubbed them.
Andres closed his eyes and worked himself up for whatever it was.

"I broke up with my girlfriend," he whispered, but we knew there was a lot
more than that.  He kept his eyes closed the whole time.  "My dad was real
pissed.  She's my third girl, see, and I still haven't done it.  My dad
says he was 12 when he nailed his first chick, and I just turned 15 so what
the fuck is wrong with me?  That's my dad saying that, but I mean, what IS
wrong with me?  Most guys I know are practically begging for action, and
two of my girls offered to go all the way.  All the way!  Then...last
night...God.  Something's messed up bad with me, dudes, 'cause
Cheryl...that's my last girlfriend...put her hand in my pants?  I mean
she had me in her hand, the whole thing, and she sat there playing with it
for five minutes, and I...I...God!  Fuck!  What's wrong with me?  I
mean something's wrong with me or I'd have...uh...you know...there
must be something medically wrong with me, okay, or I'd have...oh, shit,
never mind, this is too gross to talk about, forget it..."

"Open your eyes, Andres," said Chet, and he ran the fingers of one hand
through the little guy's hair, and the boy's eyes opened slowly, scared.
"You can get it up when you're alone, right?"

Andres blushed and smiled, so cute!  He nodded.  "Shit, all the time!"

"Cool," Chet grinned.  "So.  You masturbate?"  Andres' face went all the
way red, but he admitted it with a little nod.  "Okay.  Now tell the truth,
dude.  What do you think about when you play with yourself?"

The thought scared the shit out of Andres, so it was obvious to both me and
my buddy.  "Nothing," Andres lied poorly, and I couldn't help it.

"Bullshit," I laughed, and Chet frowned at me.  "No, really!  EVERYONE
thinks about something that trips his trigger whenever he jacks off,
whatever it is that does it for him, at least right then.  Sometimes it'll
change.  But most of the time, I bet, you think about someone in
particular.  Someone you know.  Don't know.  A celebrity.  Someone you saw
in a magazine ad.  Whatever.  But you don't think of nothing.  That's
bull."

Andres' eyes were darting, searching for another lie.

"Look at me, kid," Chet ordered, and Andres sighed in relief!  It was
precious!  So I was the bad guy!  "I used to think all I wanted was pussy.
I thought of nothing but pussy all day, every day.  Pussy, pussy, pussy!
And it's still mostly my thing, okay.  But...."  He looked at me
seriously, but I cracked a big old grin, and his face twisted off in a
smile.  "But I dig dudes, too, sometimes."  The enormity of it started to
sink in to Andres, who looked at me suddenly.  I flashed him all my teeth
and nodded.  Andres' eyes went wide!  "See, Jay here is my best friend in
the world, and I'd probably still be a damn virgin if he didn't show me how
sweet it can be with a guy, okay?  No shit."

"No shit?" Andres echoed.  "You're not...messing with me, are you?
Tricking me, like my dad?"  We both shook our heads.  "Because I wondered,
I was confused, and I accidentally said something about what I
thought...once...playing with myself...and oh my God."

>From the wicked gleam in Chet's smoldering eyes, I was sure he was going
to take the kid's cherry any second, so I was shocked all to pieces when he
turned his passions on me instead and laid the most boiling, slurpy, sloppy
kiss on my grateful as hell young face!  And ohmygod, I'm sorry but I
couldn't help it, I just melted all over the place!  Good thing Chet
wrapped his arms around me fast and held on tight 'cause even on my knees I
was headed down hard!  Sure I'm a broken-in fag, but fuck me!  Like I've
said before, my pal Chet's a real man.  Oh, how I dig real men!

Not only did Chet work me over with his mouth, he also held me in his buff
arms and made his twitching manhood known to me down below, okay, known
real personal.  I could almost taste the sweet stuff I knew was leaking out
of it right then, and then he went too far.  I mean, Chet's hands started
prowling my shaky teen body, everywhere, over my neck, my head, my back and
shoulders, then that totally vulnerable spot, my button, at the base of my
back right before the crack of my ass.

Chet pushed my button, and it was all over.

I almost cried, and Chet laughed evilly, his sweet stud breath keeping me
alive as I whimpered like a damn virgin!  He rubbed his nose against mine
and bit my lower lip!  Fuck yeah, the bastard BIT my lip!  Then he sucked
some more spit from me and sighed hard into my mouth and stopped.  Well,
that was cool, okay, because I needed a break, no shit.

I could hardly focus, but when I did I saw Andres looking like I felt just
from watching two guys getting it on.  His soft right hand was down the
front of his jeans, and he had the most needful beg thing twisting his
innocent little face, and at the same time I saw Chet gently tug Andres'
hand out of his pants and pull mine up between the boy's legs, and together
we touched the kid where no one ever touched him before, and I swear, all
three of us went off as one, just this loud-ass, sexy, masculine groan!

Andres' head shot back on the couch from the shock of first contact, and
his mouth was frozen in the wide open position but not a sound came out
after the groan choked off!  His Adam's apple spazzed, though, and the rest
of his body tensed to the breaking point and shivered.  Chet and I looked
into each other's eyes and savored the moment.  What can I say?  Total,
unadulterated thrill time, okay.

Chet eased Andres' T-shirt up to reveal the softest chest I ever saw on a
boy, and this sweaty, black, ragged line of adolescent fur from his belly
button down below the shiny top button of the jeans.  I stared at that
happy trail and fumbled with the laces of his shoes, ripping them off his
feet impatiently in the end and then his damp socks.  Andres had light,
wispy little underarm hairs and bright red, flat, tiny nipples, which Chet
couldn't help flicking his nasty tongue over and sending the kid off on
another spasm of unbearable pleasure!  I could have watched them do it all
day!  But of course...

I got to open his jeans.  Slow.  Breathless (both of us).  Loving.  Pop.
Pop.  Pop.  Pop.  Pop.  I swallowed and blinked and swayed there on my
knees, and Andres whimpered.  Chet's hand stroked mine, and I parted the
flaps of the kid's fly and saw the huge saturated circle of sticky stuff
around the pulsing head of his cock that was trapped under the clean white
cotton of his Jockeys, over on his hip.  His dick looked to be about 6.5,
slender and hard enough to cut glass.  His balls were massive and gave off
the combined funky aroma of overactive sweat, sperm and just plain boy, not
to mention a nice touch of piss, but under the loose pouch I saw nothing
but smooth, riled boy skin, no hair at all around those giant balls.

Together, Chet and I tugged at the waist of the jeans until Andres
cooperated and lifted his little butt up, and we did the rest.  Oh, yeah.
Fuckin-A, yeah.  I slid my hands up Andres' smooth thighs, which parted
willing enough, and then leaned forward into his crotch for a good sniff of
the boy.  His hands gripped my shaggy head, and he bucked his hips forward
for me, and you know I was in Heaven.  I never smelled a sexier boy in my
life.  My tongue escaped from my mouth and tasted what I'd seen under the
loose pouch of those Jockeys, his sugar sweet, red hot groove.  Andres
SCREAMED.  Yeah, he did.  What else could he do?

Suddenly, as my face was buried in his crotch, the scream cut off, and I
heard smooching!  And panting.  And crying.  And sucking.  Need I say more?
I pulled the wet ball pouch aside and really went for it, snarfling the
kid's huge, sweet-salty scrotum mercilessly and trying to get my tongue
down into his hidden crack.  I could smell all of it, everything that goes
into a boy's center of balance, his most guarded place.  I had to have it,
okay.

While Chet and Andres were lost in kisses, I got the Jockeys off him and
pressed them to my face and breathed and licked him into me.  I was drunk
off my ass by the time I remembered my bigger need and tossed the spunky
undies over Chet's face.  I pulled Andres sideways, so his legs were on the
couch, and Chet never lost contact with his happy mouth.  I kissed Andres'
thighs and balls and let my nose play in his dark brown, dense pube patch.
I ran my tongue up the length of his semen-slick shaft and heard him choke
and had to hold his legs down!

Finally I pushed his legs back, and they resisted at first, unsure what I
could want down there, but they gave up the fight.  I sniffed his crack
long and deep and smelled everything again, clearer.  When my lips pressed
against his virgin, puckered, sweaty boy hole, steam burst from his mouth,
and Chet gasped!

"Oh, no, Jay, not there!  Oh, you can't!  It's too dirty..."

But I sure as shit did.  I ate the boy fast and familiar, and he screamed
again.  God, I love to make a dude scream.  He screamed on and on and on
until it reached a pitch I recognized, and I stopped suddenly and slipped
my middle finger in fast and hard and grabbed Chet's flustered head and
pulled good until it was down to Andres' jumping cock, and Chet took over
then and went down on the overwhelmed 15-year-old dude.

I felt Andres' butt muscles seize my finger for dear life, and I watched
Chet's face explode with joy as the kid's first non-solo orgasm rocked both
their worlds!  Chet went bright red with intense pleasure and swallowed as
fast as he could.  He looked like he was sucking on a big pacifier!  Andres
choked and shivered off and finally let go of my finger, which I pulled out
slowly and sniffed and sucked on like Chet was still doing to that tasty
pecker.  The boy's insides were funky like his nads and just as sweet and
clean.  I dove in for another taste of him direct from the source, and he
moaned deeper.

Chet and I stopped at the same time and leaned close for a taste of our
mouths and the different parts of Andres they held, and it was too wild for
words.  Without warning, Chet dropped and bared my gushing cock and
swallowed it whole as Andres watched, fascinated and ready for more,
apparently.  He was jerking himself steady again.  I lost it right off and
spewed my load down Chet's throat and held onto his head and Andres' chest
for support.

I could tell Andres wanted Chet bad, and I couldn't wait to see it.  Chet
stayed on my pole until it was totally dry but still rock hard, and Andres
pulled at his neck until Chet looked and saw the fire in the kid's eyes and
recognized it immediately.  Chet stood and dropped his shorts and Boxers
and straddled Andres' chest and let the boy take him at his own pace.
Andres' hands gripped Chet's ass cheeks gently and tugged, and Chet's ass
flexed as he leaned forward and into the most ready, willing mouth that
ever sucked his big hard cock.

I moved to where I could watch it all, and Andres' eyes were open and
droopy, not wanting to miss any of his first penis, and sometimes it was
too much and he gagged and choked, but when Chet tried to ease back Andres
would have none of that and pulled harder on the older teen's tense butt.
Chet's face showed how hard he tried not to squirt, but putting everything
into his first suck off, Andres somehow forced Chet's pecker all the way
through his outraged throat so his nose was buried all the way in Chet's
wild pubes, and of course Chet lost it for real.  I mean, he went off.  He
coiled up all over into a body of steel and then sprang, and I could
practically see the jiz gushing out of his cock from the look of happy
disbelief on Andres' face even though he was obviously choking bad!
Really, he choked so bad his eyes watered and snot came out his nose, but
he loved every fucking spurt and throb of it!

Well, so did Chet, and I was ready for more!  We were all naked finally,
and Chet lifted Andres' head and shoulders up so he could sit and let the
boy's head rest in his lap, and I eased under Andres' legs.

"What you did with your finger, Jay?" Andres said shyly.  "That was really
cool.  I never thought I'd get into anything like that.  With my butt, I
mean."

"Finger-fucking's fun, kid, but the real thing is where it's really at," I
said matter-of- factly.  Andres sat up and grabbed me, my still-hard dick,
and I jumped a little!  Shit!

"Is that what you like, Jay?"

"Kid, I like anything you feel like trying," I smiled, breathing hard, and
he looked over his shoulder at Chet.

"I'd love a piece of your ass, Andres," Chet said bluntly.

Andres stood and looked from one of us to the other and swallowed hard.
"Uh, no offense, Chet?  But...I think maybe you better go first."

FIRST?

"Umm, because I don't know if I can handle Jay's thing first time, see,"
Andres finished, embarrassed.  "So...tell me what to do, okay, because I
never got this far in my jerk-off fantasies, I always came way before this
part."

Oh, shit!  The kid knows how to make a guy's dick grow!

Chet and I stood together and looked at each other, and Chet stepped behind
Andres and wrapped his arms around the smooth body.  Andres was ready, I
could see.  He wasn't afraid.  Chet just pushed down on his shoulders and
they kneeled together.  Then Chet pushed gently on Andres' back, and the
boy fell forward onto his hands and knees.  That's when I saw a little fear
come into his eyes, but he looked up at me and grinned anxiously, and I
winked like the bad boy I am.  His soft brown eyes settled on my bouncing
cock, so I stepped forward and kneeled before him and took his head between
my hands, and he went for it.  The little stud learned fast.  He bobbed his
head easy up and down, working on my big round cock head at first.

Chet held onto Andres' hips and pumped his hard-on steadily between Andres'
tight cheeks, and I grew mesmerized by the even thrust of Chet's beautiful,
throbbing head and shaft jutting up above the boy's back.  Andres took more
and more of me into his mouth and throat, sometimes trying to go too fast
so I had to gently hold him back, and he sensed what I was doing and willed
himself to slow it down.  But he kept taking more!  Pretty soon I was
almost all the way in him, all 9.5" of prime American teenage dick!  And
the little bastard's face glowed with queer pride when the last of my meat
breached his throat, and he didn't even choke!  I played with his soft hair
and ears, and he smiled and sniffed my short hairs, and Chet spit a big wad
in his hand...

I stayed still and watched Chet lube his riled meat, and I know Andres
forgot what was happening back there, which I decided was a good thing, and
Chet looked into my eyes like he had second thoughts, serious second
thoughts, and I licked my lips and shook my head and grinned, and then he
smiled that wicked, powerless way he does, and I saw his teeth clench and
his lip go up, and Andres' mouth loosened on my cock as he grunted!  Too
late now!  Chet took the kid fast, like Tray taught me.  It's best that
way, usually.

Andres turned beet red, and his eyes slammed shut, and he panted real fast
over and over, so I grabbed his head harder and went to fucking his face,
to distract him, and I don't know for sure if it was that or whatever, but
the boy got into it!  His gasping turned into groaning in pleasure, and
slurping on my huge cock, and Chet more or less lost it and pounded the
kid's poor ass, and I felt Andres' teeth hit my pubes every time Chet
rammed that mean fucker in to the hilt.

I leaned over Andres and stroked his back with one hand while the other
slipped under him and worked his dick, and that bad puppy was dripping all
over the carpet.  I let his stuff slick up my hand good and slid it all
over his shaft and his big swinging nuts, and I heard the deep, intense
satisfaction flooding through Andres' prone body that was finally being
used the way he'd always needed it to be used, both ends at once, okay,
like a man really needs whether he knows it or not.  I pity those who don't
know it, too.  I was getting worked up with Andres, excited to feel and be
a part of his awakening, his birth as a sexual young man.  What a fucking
thrill, I mean it.

"Oh, holy fuck, Andres, I'm sorry, but I tried and I can't help it, so here
goes," Chet got out fast, weird, and then he kicked into hyper drive or
something and just wailed on that kid's virgin asshole!  I mean Chet
screwed the boy harder than I thought anyone could take!  That's when I
knotted up and squirted off in Andres' mouth, just from the wild-ass sexual
revelation of it!  That a man could buttfuck someone so hard that the guy
getting it up the ass could stay all the way down on a 9.5" erupting cock
for several minutes without coming up for air!  I never saw it happen that
way before, I swear!

Then when Chet went for it, he yelled low and primitive and spraying spit
all over hell and gone, baring his teeth like a fucking wild man and
planting that senseless mancock of his up the guts of that crazy-assed
newcomer, who pulled off of my tool finally to yell...

"FUCK YEAH CHET, OH FUCK YEAHHHHHH!"

His face settled onto my loose, happy balls as he laughed deliriously and
cooled them with his sexy breath, and I spread the sweat all over back with
my hand.  Chet pulled out with a hot plunk sound, and Andres grunted.

"Hey, boy, want to taste something really hot?" I asked Andres, and he just
swallowed and nodded, beside himself with joy.  I turned him around to face
Chet, who settled back onto his butt and tried to catch his breath as
Andres and I crawled toward him.  I lay on my stomach and licked Chet's
shiny hard pole and he patted my head lovingly.  Andres made a funny face,
like are you kidding or what, so I cocked my head at him and he got down on
his stomach beside me and shrugged and went for it, after a good sniff
first.

I watched the look on his face change from the disgust he expected to
surprise and finally that cool look, the part where he digs it and likes
that he digs it, because he knows it's only him he's tasting and it's not
dirty, it's rich and strong and manly and he can taste Chet's spit, too.
So we both licked Chet's pole good and thorough, and Andres ended up going
all the way down on him again, and while the kid was busy with that I lay
on top of him and kissed the back of his neck under his short hair and
panted onto him in my rising excitement...

And then I entered him, slowly, because sometimes you have to take it easy,
okay, and I was into giving the boy even more manly pleasure.

"Ah...ah...ah!" Andres grunted as I somehow forced all of it up his
outraged little boy bubble butt, and then, when it was as far as it could
go, "OH MAN!  OH MAN, JAY!  I DID IT!  GOD, I TOOK IT!  UHHHH!"

I sagged my whole weight on top of him and felt his insides conform to my
monster, and my arms wrapped under his and my hands took his shoulders and
I went to it.  I humped the kid good and steady, and the sounds of shocked
ecstasy drove me insane!  Chet lay on his stomach and kissed on Andres some
more that way while I screwed his adapting hole wildly.  I'm sure no one
ever loved having me inside him more than Andres did then.  I felt his
inner heat flaring from all over body, and it got real slick and fun to
fuck, and I licked his juices up off his skin, and sometimes Chet would
pause in kissing Andres to lean further and smooch on me, and that was more
than I could take for sure!

Still part of me was holding back, and I guess Andres could tell, because
suddenly he choked and went, "Please, Jay, don't hold back!  Please!  Do it
like Chet did it!  Harder!  Hard!  REAL HARD!"

Oh, fuck!  I'm not responsible for what I did to that little dude then,
okay, really.  He asked for it, and I gave it to him.  I clamped my thighs
down on his narrow hips and dug my fingernails into his shoulders and bit
down on his sweat-soaked short brown hair and felt my heart pounding into
his chest and his racing back into mine, and I just did it.  I fucked
Andres as hard as I possibly could, hard and fast, and I knew I'd die of a
heart attack on top of the poor kid but I kept fucking, on and on, like a
machine only living and breathing and panting and dripping sheets of sweat
onto him and tasting my own sweat as it got through the creases of my
mouth!

When the deep, inner animal in me took over, and I felt myself really
planted inside the kid even when I was pulling out for another full thrust
in, and our hearts were going in sync, and our panting, and my eyes open
and locked deliriously with Chet's which shined back at me, the
uncontrollable rush of sexual release flooded up from my loins and through
my chest and screaming out of my entire body until Andres sensed it or felt
it or whatever and chuckled hoarsely and reached his hands back to my ass
to drive it HARDER...

And I blasted my wad deep inside Andres where some of me will always be
now.  I wanted to cry but I was too crapped out, and besides my cock was
rocketing off up the kid's guts and he was making sounds like he was
squirting, too!

"I!  I!  UUUUNNNGHHHH!" he managed, and that said it all.  My eyes were
closed, but I knew Chet's penis when it slipped into my mouth and fired off
a big load of his spunk, and some part of me thought...yeah, the circle's
complete.